Love is something you work at, something we all experience. A friendship which lasts forever, the ultimate sacrifice. You have to love to live, but life is a finite thing. From one sweet passionate kiss, love has been known to spring. We, all of us, need to love, we seek this elusive thing; so our souls can soar on high, like birds upon the wingBirth sign: Not entered
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